My last six months has not been quite such a hilarious romp like the Hugh Grant classic. Well how could it have been? Given that the numbers were in reverse order. So going to a wedding last weekend has thankfully restored my faith in living when I was beginning to think that I should maybe promote myself as a professional mourner, like Dingding Mao here or should that be dingaling?
Dingding belly dances for the dead and frankly the thought of a belly dancer at a funeral is enough to carry anybody off.